#and i wonder if in those moments of confusion

[noxcheshire]

Back at it again with my Danny is mom coded au’s, but this time it’s because of Clockwork that he suddenly has a whole ass teenage kid.

Clockwork had been bored or maybe he was playing a game against an opponent, or even lost a bet, whatever it was, he stepped in right as Jason was searching for his biological mother.

The DNA that would have registered itself as one Sheila Haywood, confirming Jason’s mother, glitched a terrible green across the screens of the batcomputer.

In those few moments of chaos Jason’s heart beat rapidly as he tried to figure out why the computer wasn’t working, wondering if his only chance to find his mom — his blood mom — would never find success.

Then as suddenly as things went wrong the DNA settled and pinged.

Jason watched, his chest tight, as one Danny C. Works, formerly Danny Fenton appeared onto the big screen.

Danny looked a lot like Jason, short cut black hair more straight than the subtle curls of Jason’s own; deep blue eyes, tired in a way that spoke of long days and nights, but with a warm happiness that made the familiar smile — the one Jason would see on himself every time he looked into the mirror — even more striking.

Jason didn’t linger too long on the male identifying gender, nor the fact his mom leaned more towards a masculine name or clothing.

There were plenty of male to female, and female to male leaning individuals that lived in Crime Alley. He had seen it enough to not even bat an eye at it, even now. After all, in Gotham you minded your business least you find yourself in business you can’t leave.

On a different monitor information of Danny C. Works piled for Jason to quickly browse through.

Danny was a senior engineer, no intimate relationships, and with no close connections to family outside of the tentative calls from Jasmine Fenton.

Danny was estranged from Jack and Madeline Fenton, a falling out that had occurred just a little before Danny’s high school graduation. If Jason calculated it correctly that would have been — around the season Jason himself would have been born.

Okay, so no grandparents then but I might have a maybe aunt. Jason scrolled further and stilled.

Twin toddlers: Dante and Danielle Works.

Jason had baby siblings.

He doesn’t let the sting of younger siblings consume him, doesn’t allow the whispering thoughts of why he had been given up when his younger siblings had been kept and so very obviously loved.

Jason took deep breathes, he didn’t have time to linger here. He had a family to get to, and a family he would get to.

It took almost all night to reach, the starlight night sky slowly and surely fading into cloudy wine as the sun rose, but Jason made it.

And when the door opened to his hesitant but firm knock, Jason was unable to speak. His mom — dad, maybe? Did they want to be mom or dad? — stood in the doorway, brows furrowed in confusion.

It was when Danny spoke his vigilante name did Jason only just realize that he was still dressed to the nine’s in his Robin costume.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #jason todd #Danny is mom to two de aged terrors #and will now be a mom to his newest terror #Dan and Ellie de aged due to circumstances when Danny left Amity Park #Dan and Ellie didn’t form until recently from their cores #he had run away with the two and didnt have any connections to other family or friends until Jazz finally tracked him down #but he threatened to go no contact again should she try and push him to return to Amity and speak to their parents #Jazz understands and doesn’t want to lose her baby brother again #clockwork meddled for whatever reason and now Danny is Jason’s mom au #Danny is going to mother that child so hard #yes he is an adult #Jason WILL be loved >:( #Jason is also going to be the best big brother #Dan and Ellie love their mom and big brother #they will bite #Jason thinks Danny is ftm #Danny is biologically male but is more built like Maddie #misunderstandings of gender #and further misunderstandings on how Jason and his two siblings were conceived #Vlad Masters being a theatrical creep #Jason will fist fight old men #he will also fist fight his grandparents

[erwinsvow]

little sad bitchy!reader moment: her and rafe are at the country club with topper and kelce and some other friends of rafe and one of the guys starts saying how she would be a horrible wife and mother (bc of the way she is) and she honestly is so hurt by it and i think she would almost try to change the way she is around rafe a little just so he wouldn’t think that about her…

sobbing thinking about it and listening to this (https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLX2Pdcv/)

hi my love this was so amazing and wonderful to write! im sorry its kinda long, hope you like it ♡

in all honestly, you stopped caring what people said about you a long time ago. you weren't the way you were because it was funny, or to get a reaction out of others. that was just the way you've always been, and there was nothing you hated more than letting people walk all over you and get away it.

that must be why the comebacks would fly out of your mouth before you could stop them, if you even wanted to stop them. why you never stopped to think twice about the people who didn't want to talk to you again or the boys who didn't want a second date.

you weren't easy to handle, not that you wanted to be, but you knew you weren't.

it seemed easy enough for rafe though.

he never seemed to wish that you'd bite your tongue or tell you to act differently, behave a certain way. no, he'd laugh and fire back something, or agree with you and say something you remember to add to your collection of insults.

rafe liked you as you were. that's why he fought so long and hard to get you, something that you didn't take lightly. you were committed, and the more days that went by, you found yourself softening up more and more with him.

rafe knew a side of you that a select few had ever seen, much less engaged with. you liked it this way, having a boyfriend you could be yourself around and be a little soft around.

until you overhear a boy at the club talking about you. in all your years of life, you've never let a boy make you feel upset, and you didn't want to start now. a comeback brews the second he mentions your name—of course it's the idiot one, the one whose parents pay for his grades and doesn't know anything besides losing at pong and scaring away girls—but it dies in your throat when you hear the words that follow.

"i mean i get it, she's hot, but i don't know how cameron puts up with her."

"what're you talking about? she's just like him," kelce says, and you feel briefly grateful for him.

"dude, she's a bitch. i've never heard one nice thing come out of her mouth. totally untamed. you can't bring a girl like that home to your folks, they'd hate her. especially his folks. and don't even mention long-term. imagine coming home after working all day and your girl is bitching at you? i mean, no offense but what kind of kids is she gonna raise?"

you hear laughter, and when your face feels wet, and you're confused for a moment. you look up at the ceiling, wondering if there's a leak, when your eyes flood again and more tears fall down.

crying, and that too over what one of rafe's friends said about you. this isn't like you. frankly, it's pathetic. those idiotic boys don't know the first thing about you or your relationship with rafe—they don't know the conversations you have and all the things you both agree on and the way he laughs when you fire back at him.

but somehow, feet leading you outside and to your car, fingers texting rafe some excuse for why you went home early, you end up letting it affect you.

rafe comes over the next morning—he texted you something but you didn't reply. worried for a moment about something you've never been concerned with before, you think a nicer girl would have texted him back right away, that you should have texted him back.

he doesn't knock, never does. your parents aren't home but he has your spare key, letting himself in and up to your room. he stops at the doorway, leaning against the frame.

"hey. what happened last night?" he asks it like he doesn't know what happened—which is good, you want it to stay that way. the thing you would have said yesterday bubbles up, coming to your lips. maybe if you'd gotten your head out of your ass, you'd see my text.

"wasn't feeling good. came home."

"you feelin' okay now?" he gets closer to you, and you look up at your boyfriend. i'd be fine but that asshole you already hate ruined my mood. will you run him over in your truck?

"better." you stop for a moment, you don't want him to think something's wrong. "how was your night?" he looks at you a little confused.

"it was fine. borin' without you. kelce asked where you went too."

"y'know i always liked kelce," you say, smiling again. you think you can get better at this.

rafe takes you out for lunch, and then you wanted to go shopping in the afternoon and get your nails done. it's a whole day, and you like spending it with him. you swallow down what your mind usually thinks and opt for being nice instead, polite questions and trepid commentary.

the waiter brings you the wrong drink—and though you're not so much of a bitch to hurl insults at teenager servers, you're normally annoyed enough to say something and get your correct drink. instead you sip it quietly, waiting for rafe to start the conversation. when you don't, he looks at you in that confused way again.

"you okay?"

"yeah. fine. you okay?"

if he thinks something's wrong, he doesn't say anything. at the mall, nothing looks how you want and even the things you like don't feel right. you'd let rafe buy you whatever you want, normally giving him a twirl in the dressing room and thanking him very sweetly.

"you want that dress?" rafe asks, his arm resting on a rack while you comb through mindlessly.

"no, it was too short."

"that's never been an issue before." ha-ha. pervert. looking up my skirt aren't you? knew you were desperately horny for me but this is down bad even for you.

"trying to dress better. and it'll be cold soon."

"hey, look at me." rafe uses his hands on your shoulders to turn you from the clothes, facing him. "you okay baby?"

fuck, you know you messed up. he only calls you that when he's being serious—the rest of the time it's princess, angel, sweetheart. all things that you are definitely not.

"i'm okay. i just don't want it. but thank you." you don't know it, but he thinks you're upset with him, spending the next hour in the nail salon racking his mind for the reason why.

your nails are fine, they look pretty enough. shorter than normal with a clean french manicure, you admire them from a distance. you suddenly feel like crying again, wondering why you didn't get the pink acrylics you like, rhinestones and bows and all the other things that were pretty to look at when you flipped people off.

in rafe's passenger seat after, you keep staring at your hands, feeling another tear slip down. rafe's not looking at you, he's looking ahead, still unsure what was going on.

"baby, if i did something you gotta tell me, i don't like seein' you like this-" when he turns his head to glance at you, you're looking back at him with your pouty face and wet cheeks—two things he's never seen before. "hey. what's wrong?"

you couldn't stop the downpour if you tried—tears falling quick and fast. you hate that anyone's seeing you like this, especially rafe.

rafe is nice to you, and you soften up around him. you didn't really realize that he softens up around you too. he wipes your tears away, keeps a hand on yours the whole time.

"can you talk to me? what's goin' on?"

"yesterday.. one of those guys said that i was a bitch-"

"which one? to your face? when? i'll fuckin' kill him-"

"no, he didn't know i was there. it's not that, i know i am. i don't care about that. he said that-" your voice cracks, something else you hate, that you don't want rafe hearing. "sorry. he said you couldn't bring me home. and that you would hate coming home to me-me being all mean. and that our kids would be mean too."

yes, you're mean. but rafe's mean too, and none of your friends have ever said anything like that about him. you like that he's mean, that he's like you—you think he's the closest thing to a soulmate you could ever find.

"don't fuckin' listen to any of them for a second, got it? they don't know anything."

"rafe, i-"

"no, seriously. they yap because i wasn't there to knock him out. and he says it when you're gone 'cause he knows you'd make him cry if you were there." you sniffle, though you already feel better.

"but i didn't. i started crying instead." you hate even thinking about it.

"s'okay, it happens. but don't believe a word of that shit. i wanna come home to you everyday. hear everything you say. i want all of it."

"really?" you ask him, wiping away your tears, appreciating the hand on your thigh and how sincerely he's looking at you. "i thought you'd be mean if i cried in front of you."

"it's hard enough to be mean to you."

"you're such a sap. should we go get ice cream and braid each others hair after this?" he laughs, and you laugh. "thanks rafey."

"no problem, kid."

"don't call me that." rafe groans, and you smile.

#bitchy reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

[lev1hei1chou]

A New Addition

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Gojo and your child return from a walk with a puppy Masterlist

The sun casted a warm glow over the bustling streets of Tokyo as Gojo and his child ambled along, hand in hand. It was a perfect day for a walk, and the duo seemed to be enjoying every moment of it. Meanwhile, you sat at home, wondering where they had disappeared to. It had been quite some time, and your curiosity was piqued.

Fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, you glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. Where could they possibly be? Your mind concocted all sorts of scenarios, from them getting lost in a nearby park to stumbling upon a hidden portal to another dimension. Okay, maybe the latter was a bit far-fetched, but hey, with Gojo involved, you never knew.

Just as you were about to dial Gojo's number and demand an explanation for their prolonged absence, the front door creaked open. You whipped around, expecting to see the mischievous duo sauntering in with grins plastered on their faces. However, what you were met with instead was silence. Suspicious silence.

"Darling?" you called out, furrowing your brows in confusion.

No response.

Your heart began to race as you imagined all sorts of disastrous scenarios. Had they been kidnapped by curses? Had Gojo accidentally transported them to some far-off land? Taking a deep breath, you pushed aside your frantic thoughts and stepped into the hallway.

"Satoru, this isn't funny!" you exclaimed, the worry evident in your voice.

Suddenly, you heard a faint sound, almost like... a woof?

Your eyes widened in disbelief as Gojo and your child rounded the corner, their faces adorned with sheepish grins. But what caught your attention the most was the small, wriggling bundle nestled in your child's arms—a fluffy, adorable puppy.

"What is this?" you asked, torn between amusement and exasperation.

Your husband scratched the back of his head, a guilty expression crossing his features. "Surprise?"

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Baby, you can't just bring home a puppy without consulting me first!"

"But look at its little face!" your child pleaded, holding the puppy up for emphasis.

You couldn't deny that the puppy was indeed adorable, with its big, soulful eyes and wagging tail. However, you were well aware of the responsibility that came with owning a pet, and you weren't sure if you were ready to take that plunge just yet.

"Please, Mommy," your child said, giving you the best puppy-dog eyes they could muster.

You felt your resolve waver as you gazed into those pleading eyes, but you knew you had to stand your ground. "I don't know, sweetie. Taking care of a puppy is a big responsibility."

"We promise we'll take care of it!" Gojo chimed in, his own puppy-dog eyes in full effect.

You rolled your eyes, knowing full well that Gojo's definition of "taking care" of something usually involved minimal effort on his part. But despite your reservations, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought of denying your child—and Satoru—a furry companion.

With a defeated sigh, you relented. "Fine. But you two are responsible for feeding it, walking it, and cleaning up after it. Understand?"

The room erupted into cheers as Gojo and your child exchanged triumphant glances. The puppy, sensing the excitement, let out an enthusiastic bark, its tail wagging furiously.

You couldn't help but smile at the scene unfolding before you. Maybe adding a new member to the family wouldn't be so bad after all.

As the days passed, you found yourself growing increasingly fond of the newest addition to your family. The puppy, named Mochi by your child, brought a sense of joy and excitement into your home. From playful romps in the backyard to cozy cuddles on the couch, Mochi quickly wormed his way into your heart.

And as for Gojo and your child? Well, they proved to be surprisingly adept at caring for their furry friend. Sure, there were the occasional mishaps—like the time Mochi managed to chew through an entire roll of toilet paper—but overall, they took their responsibilities seriously.

Watching the three of them together, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected surprise that had brought so much happiness into your life. Who knew that a simple walk around the block could lead to such a delightful addition to your family?

As Mochi curled up at your feet, content and sleepy after a long day of play, you couldn't imagine your life without him. And as you glanced over at Gojo and your child, who were currently engaged in a spirited game of fetch, you knew that this impromptu decision had been the best one yet.

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[maxiine]

Wonderful big brother

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Not proofread, contains spoilers of jjk259

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You watched the scene play out in slow motion, as the chaos of sukunas rampage and flames had engulfed the entire area In a matter of seconds. Yuji had just lost his foot, struggling to escape he had only hoped everyone else was far away and safe. After all he believed this was his part to play in this game after all.

But in those mere seconds, choso had made his final appearance in front of his beloved younger brother. He shielded him with a barrier of blood, a small domain even- there was no telling.

He was protecting him with all his might. Shielding him from scorching at the flames of this monster. He was reminiscing the past while apologizing to yuji due to his lack of teaching skills. Apologizing for not being able to do much for him at all. As he continued on you could see choso burning, his once pale soft skin turning chard by the second.

But

He never stopped, he never once wavered from his spot in front of him. He was going to protect his little brother no matter what, all he ever cared about had been taken away, leaving him alone. But he now had this one person he cared for so deeply left in his grasp’s. He will NOT let him die.

The flames continued. Chipping away at the shield and turning choso unrecognizable.

And finally

Choso leaves yuji with his final words before he was nothing but ashes.

“Thank you yuji, for becoming my brother.” And as his voice fades, so do the flames.

Everything finally subsided leaving the smoke to fade.

Yuji had kept his eyes shut tight, refusing to open them up at first before whispering.

“Thank you big brother…” he looked up to see nothing but ruined land. An empty presence that leaves the same sinking feeling in his stomach that he’s becoming all too familiar with.

“Guys…someone..” yuji calls out but to no avail.

Choso was gone.

You had watched it all play out like a play before your eyes. Unable to do anything. Forced to witness the same disgusting actions by the hand of sukuna.

You had been killed by the same man not long after you had met choso. You aided him along with everyone else in finding solutions to freeing gojo and helping get Megumi back. You weren’t all that useful to be completely honest, you could only provide tips on rct and even aided choso and the others on teaching some of their techniques to yuji. You tried hard to help do your part, you tried to find a part to play in the first place, but you were left feeling sort of like and extra piece that was often set aside.

Choso however, never left you feeling useless or irrelevant. You were some of the only light to shine in his dark world. He found his brother but along side that all, he found you. You helped him in more ways than one, how could he not be grateful for you.

He yearned for the light you brought everyday, so imagine his world when he witnessed your bloodied mangled body left lifeless. In a mere instant, it was dark again.

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“Where…where am I..” choso had whispered out confused. He wore a puzzled expression as he stared out into the empty space. A void almost. Nothing but white had surrounded him.

Choso was wearing his signature white sweatshirt and tattered jeans. A comfy and casual outfit he saw himself wearing in the same memory he had with all his brothers.

He wondered if he was back in that memory, all though he can still recall his final moments, so it wouldn’t make much sense he supposed. He wakes along the endless void until he felt a small presence behind him, startedled he turned around slowly. Bracing himself for what it may be. But he wasn’t prepared to see the beautiful light he had been yearning for all this time.

“You- you’re alive?” Choso reached out instantly scanning your body head to toe, still remembering the way your body last looked as he held it one last time. He stopped a few inches away before slowly grasping your face with his hands. His palms so warm and soft as they held you. Just as you remember.

“You were a wonderful brother choso.” You tell him sincerely as you look at him with such soft eyes. Reaching your hand to hold over his.

His mouth parted slightly and his eyes widened at the realization of what you said, what you had meant. Slowly piecing together what was possibly going on, he tilted his face downward allowing his emotions to take control of him, he could no longer take the weight of reality.

He cried. Silent tears left his eyes as he continued to stare at nothing at the ground. He moved foward to lay his head on your shoulder as he held your waist tightly and securely.

All you could do was hug him back as you slowly stroked his soft black hair that still remained in his signature spikey buns.

“Choso?” You call out to him as you help tilt his head upward. He looked at you with red eyes and tear stained cheeks. Completely and utterly a beautiful man, but so so sad. You wipe his tears and stroke his cheek reminding him that it’ll be okay now.

“Are you ready to go?” You ask him.

Still confused he does nothing but tilt his head as if he was a curious puppy. You giggle at his actions before continuing to speak to ease his confusion.

“Are you ready to go see your brothers I mean. We all waited here, watching you fight all this time. And I hope you know..we were all cheering you on till the very end. I never had a doubt you’d be the best to yuji.” You tell him softly as you watch the light in his eyes glimmer at your words.

“We can head home now, how does that sound?” You reach your hand out to intertwine your fingers with his.

He stares at your hands together for a moment before looking up and finally speaking.

“Let’s go home.” He smiles at you one last time before you both make your way through the endless white void. Choso can’t help but look back one last time into the emptiness as he speaks.

“You can do this brother.”

Those words echo before finally fading away.

I wrote this right after reading leaks so my apologies if it wasn’t up to par. I’m grieving the loss of my favorite boy.

#jjk #jjk x reader #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk 259 #jjk spoilers #anime and manga #choso x you #choso x y/n #choso my beloved #character death #jjk angst

[daydreamingupandaway]

Okay y’all, I just finished episode 5, here are some of my thoughts on it!

SPOILERS

-Bruh this bald bitch Xavier is getting on my NERVES. Like I get why you did what you did but you REALLY had to go to get some space girlfriend instead of helping your X-Men? Like I think Magneto KNEW he was going to space because he even mentioned how Xavier went with his Shi’ar Queen- that’s WILD

-Also I didn’t think I realized the magnitude (heh heh, get it?) of what Magneto did until this episode. He does realize he’s probably killing an assload of mutants too right? Like bro has good points but I think killing thousands of people including mutants and like the entire planet may be a tad too far

-Why were they in space when Xavier met with President Kelly? Did I miss something?

-I wasn’t surprised that Rouge joined magneto, but Roberto joining threw me through the loop. I get why, I just didn’t expect it. I mean I’m proud of him though. I wish there was more time before the final battle so we could see Roberto interacting with Magneto and Rouge since we’ve only ever seen him and Jubilee together. (more in next bulletin point about those two) I just feel like there could have been more character interactions in general here. Too much was focused on just fighting. Like how the hell did we go from having 12 hours to 1 so quickly? The fuck????

-More about Rouge, loved her talk with Professor X, you tell ‘em Rouge! Also I love that she wore Gambit’s jacket, I thought it was really sweet.

-Roberto worrying about hurting Jubilee? AWKDKGBDLFN MY HEART AHENGELFKDK like I don’t really know how J feel about romance with them but their friendship and stuff is so adorable and then to have it break like that! Like of course Jubilee would be mad! Roberto effectively went against her family!

-My Queen, my absolute GODDESS storm returned! Yay! I loved the little sister moment Jean and her shared. She had some super cool fighting scenes though, I love how they animate her abilities. I don’t like how my QUEEN GOT MURKED AGAIN WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! So unfair

-Real talk why the FUCK did they send Wolverine to confront Magneto? Honestly Magneto could have done what he did at the end at literally any point, dude was playing it nice. Also, my Morphine loving ass really wishes there was a goodbye scene between Morph and Logan. I mean K know he’s gonna be okay though. It’s Wolverine. I hope we actually get to see more of his healing abilities, we never get too see those….. I mean he is going to be okay, right? My heart cannot take Logan dying he’s like one of my favorite X-Men. Honestly I feel like X-Men 97 haven’t really been doing him right. But it’s pretty much the Scott and Jean show so, go figure

-More on Morph: they got called THEM again!!! That made me so happy! :) but I was a little bit confused when Rouge said something along the lines of: “Morph barely joined our team for 30 minutes and we threw them to the wolves” what does that mean? Am I missing something? Is it from the original show? Because I didn’t watch it so if someone could explain please do!!

-As for Cable, it was really cool to see his powers get shown off! That was awesome. I like the interaction he had with Scott too. Honestly ever since they introduced Cable I was hoping for a Deadpool cameo, hopefully for season two. A girl can only dream.

-Then onto Nightcrawler! Once again my dude has AWESOME GOATED fighting skills!!!!!! We love him. I was surprised he didn’t really try to talk Rouge down during the battle but that fight was way too fast paced. I really liked the scene with the Rosary. I don’t really know why since I’m not religious or anything, I just thought that it was a nice touch.

-Gonna do Scott and Jean in one I guess. I liked the fight between Jean and Mr.Sinister. I think it’s crazy that she could telepathically communicate with Scott that far away. That’s cool. I hope Cable doesn’t kill her. On another note, I love Scott and Jean. Like this show has done WONDERS for Scott’s character but why does EVERYTHING have to be about them?! They’re like the only two characters that got like any character time the entire episode!

-And then because apparently I decided to do everyone I might as well say stuff about Beast, next I’ll do Magneto. (Can you tell this wasn’t planned at all and I’m just rambling lmao?) anyway, Beast was pretty chill here. I always like the little quips he throws out during a fight, and I like that he’s friends with Forge. He is a very swag dude. I’m a little surprised to see him hanging around near the reporter still, especially since she was revealed to be a sentient bot thing and like Roberto said, she somewhat chose to be turned into something that would fight against mutants. But beast is a very peaceful and forgiving person, so I suppose it makes sense.

-Finally, Magneto! Fun fact throughout this entire thing I kept spelling it magneato because I think he’s mag-neat-o (I should be burned at the stake). Well, I would say that if I didn’t think he was a FUCKING IDIOT! Bro another PLANET?! Please tell me how he was planning on loading every mutant up to another planet. I would LOVE to know. There were different ways he could have gone about it, but NOPE. Also- LEECH ACTUALLY DIED?! CKDIFNSKGKELGL SOBBING ACTUALLY SHED A TEAR- like I don’t know what I should have expected but I’m still sad about it. So I guess a huge part of this is a product of grief not just for Genosha but also Leech. God that’s so sad bro-

Forge- unfortunately not much to say here :( I do hope he’s okay though! He’s a really good pilot and very smart!

Overall, I just think this episode was way too rushed. I wish there were more character moments. I mean the professor isn’t dead? Hell I would have punched that old man in the face! I really think the first season should have been longer. I know people disagree but I just want to see more things between other characters that don’t feel so rushed. That’s all I want. I want to see more of my faves instead of having them constantly thrown to the side.

#x men 97 #x men 97 episode 9 #opinion #spoilers #logan x morph #Morph #wolverine #jean gray #ororo munroe #beast xmen #professor x #magneto #jubilee #roberto da costa #X-men Rouge #Nightcrawler #scott summers #nathan summers #Forge

[fakesimp]

Teasing sadist 3.0 Shu? 👀 Perhaps NSFW? I just want you to go nuts with your imagination pls.

Sadistically Attractive, With Shu Yamino

Warning !

Nsfw ; Sadist! Shu 3.0 ; Afab! Reader ; Shu teases you for 'fun' ; The use of Shibari, Sorcery, the rest is a surprise ; Established Relationship

Minors DNI — Proceed at your own risk !

A/n !

God,

thank you for the opportunity, for hearing me out, because goodness gracious his 3.0 is holding me on chokehold.

Not to mention the tweet you share? Omg. Those biceps? Holy crap.

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He is pretending to be seiso.

I know he know nsfw stuff, he is just hiding it. You at the other hand, will try to find out how to awaken that hidden side of him.

Just recently he got a new haircut, it totally took you by surprise since you are used to him having a long hair, but the new hairstyle suits him well. The messy hairstyle he got, his bangs? Gosh.

And just yesterday you decided to go shopping for new fit for him, and again it suits him so good, he choose to wear a turtleneck though. Don't you wonder why he decided to wear such clothing?

Now that you think about it, his clothing mostly covers his neck—

Perhaps, his neck is his one of his weaknesses? You pondered, and now here you are in the living room of your shared humble abode. Thinking about what to do, there are numerous scenarios made in your head as you tried to figure out his hidden side.

Numerous time you also have tried to get that hidden side of him out, yet you failed miserably. He somehow always manage to escape so smoothly, as if he could see through your plans, and he perfectly evades the idea.

While you're thinking about what to do, Shu suddenly appeared from the corner of your eyes, walking to the kitchen. Seemingly to grab some food or something, he then noticed you sitting on the couch frowning.

"Babe? What's wrong?" He asked, making you snapped back to reality. You look to where he is, and shook your head slightly, "Nothing, I was, just. Thinking something silly that's all." You responded, he hummed softly, you look back at him as he is going around the kitchen gathering some, stuff. "You're still streaming?" You asked him, he stopped for a moment, he glanced over at you. "Yeah, I was planning to grind on some games though, wanna come and see?" He offered.

. . .

Here you are now, in his streaming room, there is a couch in the room, so you decided to make yourself comfortable there while he displayed the game he's playing on the TV across you.

You don't remember how long has it been, but he had been sitting there for literal hours, and you can no longer sit down on the couch comfortably.

So you just decided to go to him, pulling his chair back a bit to make some space for you to slip onto his lap. He at first was confused on why did you suddenly pull his gaming chair away, but the moment he realizes you tried to sit on his lap he fixed his position and let you sit down on his lap whilst he's playing.

"Got bored already? Sorry, just a little bit more and I'm done—" He apologized, you can feel his body shook slightly as he let out a soft chuckle. You can feel his hand on your lower back, while the other is on the keyboard.

Feeling feisty, you decided to kiss his neck. That caught him by surprise, he jolted slightly under you. "Babe— don't do that" He whispered to you, but you didn't listen and continue your onslaught on his neck. You can hear his breath hitched as you do, soon you heard him stop typing on the keyboard and he pushed himself away from the table, making the chair he's sitting on go backwards a bit.

"What's up with you?" He asked as he gently push you away, trying to see your face. Once he see you pouting, he could only smile apologetically. "Is it because I played too much?— I'm sorry babe.." He apologies once more, his hand, on your hips.

His thumb graze along the lines of your waist, his purple eyes softly staring at you. "You know, I noticed what you've been trying to do" he whispered, his thumb still rubbing against your skin. His violet eyes goes down to your neck, down further before he blinked and his eyes stared back into yours.

"Why are you so, eager to know about this, hidden side of me you're thinking of?" He asked, there is a glint of curiosity in his eyes as he waits for your response. "It seems impossible for someone like you to be, innocent, you know?" He blinked, once, twice. Before he let out a small laugh and pulled you closer to him.

Burying his face at the crook of your neck, he planted a gentle kiss.

"Do you really want to know?"

"...Yes"

. . .

On the bed, only in your undergarments. Tied up prettily with purple ropes, that is hugging your torso and your arms, from one knot to another. And then there's your beloved sorcerer still sitting by the gaming chair, legs crossed, chin resting on his palm as he watches his shikigamis glide around your body, tying you up.

"Are you alright? Is it too tight?" He asked as he finally got up from the chair and approached you on the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand reached out to the ropes. Gently glazing his finger along the ropes, "Tell me if it's too tight." He whispered. You stared at him and shook your head, "It's, not too tight, I'm okay" Though your hands are tied behind you, you couldn't do much about it.

"Okay" he then planted a gentle kiss on your temple, "You remember the safe word we discussed a moment ago?" "Of course I do." He chuckled at your response. He shuffled a bit, his hand reached out to something behind you. After a moment he finally spoke—

"Lay down for me." You hesitantly laid down on the bed, only for you to realize he put some pillows behind you so you wouldn't lay down on a weird position. "Is it good? Do you need me to readjust the pillows?" You shifted a bit and look at him, "No, ..this is perfect"

He smiled at you and looked over by the tv that' stkll have his game on display, he let out a small sigh before looking back at you. "Well then, shall we start?"

. . .

Your eyes are covered, your other senses are heightened because of it. You are not able to see what your beloved going to do to you, you are left in the dark.

When you're just about to call out to him you suddenly felt something cold touching your skin, making you whimper upon the sudden sensation. "That' so cold— what is tha— ah—!" And then you felt something hot, "Shu—" you shifted on the bed, trying to evade whatever the thing that touches you. "Yes?" He responded, he sounded so innocent after what happened.

"Too much?" He asked and chuckled, you then felt his hand pressed down on your stomach. Not letting you move anywhere, "Stop squirming." As he said so you felt something hot touching your neck, trailing down to your chest.

It was his finger.

His finger moved from one place to another meanwhile the other hand that's pressing down on you suddenly grew colder. Making you whine, "Cold— too cold— hnn.." You unconsciously tried to close your legs, but the moment you try to do so, you are only getting blocked by Shu's body.

You felt the bed shifted slightly to your side, and then the next thing you knew you felt Shu's breathing right next to your ear. He planted a kiss on your earlobe, he then nibble on them as his hand that was previously on your stomach now going up your chest. Pinching down your nipples with the coldness of his finger tips, "sHuU!— NngG—!" Your voice cracked as his name escaped your lips.

You only heard a low hum from him, his lips trailed down from your ear, to your jawline, down further to your neck, and stopped right on your collarbone. Now both of his hands are playing with your nipples, pinching them every now and then.

"I'm here." He whispered as he continue his onslaught, his lips trailing down further to your chest, dangerously close to your nipples. "PleASeE!— aH— Mmm.." You felt his tongue licking your nipple, sucking on them even, making your body arched to him. Your hands desperately tried to escape the ropes, trying to hold his head still.

God, it felt so good.

The way he sucked and licked on your nipple drives you insane, but lord have mercy, he just refuses to touch your lower half. You're soaked, just from him playing with your nipples, and it got worse when you felt his mouth wrapped around one of them.

Not long after that, his teeth pulled on them, making you immediately let out a screech at the slight pain. Shu let go of your nipple and chuckled, "Whoops" He doesn't sound sorry at all.

His hand is now making their way down to your thigh, giving them a gentle squeeze before moving his hand into your inner thigh. Moving upwards oh so slowly, approaching your leaking core. "So wet, and I haven't even done much" he whispered, "Or is it already too much?" He added.

His violet eyes fluttered up, making eye contact with you. "Tell me, what is it that you want, hm?" His words tried to encourage you to say what you crave, want, need. But your voice refuses to get out, it's stuck on your throat.

"Well, if you don't tell me what you want, I won't be able to know what it is." He shrugged and moved his hand away, just gently playing with your thighs, giving them a squeeze every now and then. Waiting for your response, "So, tell me.." his hand goes further away, eventually holding your ankle, slowly rising them up to his lips.

"What is it that you desire?" He whispered as his eyes flutter close, his lips leaving a trail of kisses, from your ankle, further down. Till his lips reached to your inner thighs once more. "Want you, ...Hn— please?—" You pleaded, your hips moved, trying to make your leaking core feel a friction you've been craving. Desperate, trying to reach your high.

"Please— Shu— touch me, anything— I want to cum—" You whined, hips humping on air, making the Raven haired male held you down by the waist, "Mhm?" He simply hummed at your needy self. Not even bothered to help you, he just continue kissing your inner thigh, his lips moved even closer to your core, close but also not close.

"You want to cum?" Shu repeated as he let out a chuckle, goodness gracious this man. He just kept going in circles, making your head dizzy with his teases. "Please, please please please— I want to cum— shuu..." You pleaded again, and again, and again. You couldn't see his face, you don't know what face he's making as he heard your endless pleas.

You heard the sheets shuffling near you, and then you felt Shu's hand on your neck, rubbing his thumb oh so gently, and softly presses down on your pulse, your heart beating so fast, you bet he could feel it under his touch. "Your heart, they're beating so fast.. Are you nervous? ...or instead, are you excited?" He asked he then planted a kiss at the corner of your lips—

"You want to cum, right?" He added, you nod your head. And the next thing you knew his fingers finally brushed against your clit, his finger moved slowly at first, your body twitched here and there at the sensation. Your body temperature slowly rising up, your whimpers and whines getting louder as you reach your high. "I'm close I'm close—" you informed the sorcerer, and the moved his fingers faster than before.

Making your body jolted, you grabbed onto whatever that's close to you, and one of them is Shu's arms. "Cum." He said, as he moved his fingers. And after he said so, you came, and he stopped. Shu slowly took off your blindfold, it took a moment for you to adjust with the sudden brightness. Once your eyes have adjusted with it, you look at Shu, who' smiling at you. "You're doing so well" he said as you felt his hand on your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Mm.. Thank you.." And just when you thought you're done, Shu's finger once again glazed on your sensitive clit, earning a whine from you. "Nngg—... W, wait—.."

"We're nowhere near done, This is only the beginning.

You're asking for this, be prepared."

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I'm leaving the rest to your imagination 🙏🏻

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[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

y/nn = your nickname for any confusion🩷

Chapter 10

It was the era of the Polaroid and the beginning of videotape. He was the director and I his star acting out fantasies. We dressed up and undressed, played and wrestled, told stories, acted out our fantasies, and invented scenes. Whether it was dressing up in my school uniform and playing at being a sweet, innocent schoolgirl, or a secretary coming home from work and relaxing in the privacy of her own bedroom, or a teacher seducing her student, we were always inventing new stories, and eventually, I learned what stimulated Matt the most.

Almost every night I made quick trips to the local drugstore to buy considerable amounts of Polaroid film. Some of the cashiers knew me, and I wondered if they suspected what we were doing.

I put on dark glasses to “disguise” myself, but ended up looking even more conspicuous as I’d sweetly request twelve packs of Polaroid film while making excuses like, “Gee, the others must have been defective. I just can’t seem to get them to come out right,” or “You’re not going to believe this, but someone stole my film.”

Making it in and out of Graceland was no easy feat, either. I’d pass Mr. Stall at the gate at odd hours of the night, smiling and waving hello, returning shortly with the same smile and the same wave. I was sure he harbored some suspicious thoughts about what I was doing.

Matt laughed when I told him. “It’s all in your mind. He’s no more thinking anything than a dog sleeping.”

“Well, what if he starts spreading rumors, like I go out at night?”

“It might create some excitement around here. This town’s dead. Boston needs a little gossip!”

Matt and I both loved creating these sexual fantasies and it seemed to bring us closer together. I had no previous sexual experience to compare with his inventive sexuality and I was ready to indulge him any way I could. Being in the fast lane, he was exposed to every pleasure available in life. Ordinary thrills sometimes were not enough, especially when he was under the influence of powerful drugs.

At first I was totally open to Matt and many of his ideas. I lived for those moments we were alone. I was careful to say little that might jeopardize my bond with him. I fulfilled his needs, and his beliefs became mine. Under no circumstances were his ideas or playfulness perverted or in any way harmful.

A few days after he came home, he led me to his long black limousine and we sped off to one of Boston’s most exclusive boutiques on Union Street for some after-hours shopping, just as we’d done in Las Vegas. While the boys milled around the shop and the store’s sales staff tried to look nonchalant, Matt got a big kick out of having me model dozens of stunning dresses and suits and coats that were so stylish I was doubtful I could wear them. I was still an insecure teenager.

“Matt,” I said, wearing a sexy gold lamé gown that clung to my every curve, “these clothes are too sophisticated for me.”

“Sophisticated?” he said, regarding me admiringly. “What’s sophisticated? You could go around wearing a feather and that would be sophisticated.”

“Well, bring me a feather then.”

We spent four hours at that shop and during that time, I had a personalized lesson in the Matt Sturniolo Fashion Course.

As I tried on dress after dress, Matt delivered a running commentary on color. He liked me in red, blue, turquoise, emerald green, and black and white—the same colors he himself wore. He liked solids only, declaring that large prints took away from my looks. “Too distracting,” he said. He hated browns and dark green, colors inextricably associated in his mind with the Army.

Exhausted and a little confused about my new look, I walked out of the shop dressed in a sleek black linen suit with four-inch highheeled shoes to match. With Matt sitting proudly beside me, the guys loaded the trunk of the limo with armfuls of packages, and I felt very special.

Back at Graceland he had me model all my new clothes again for Grandma, who patiently sat through a long two hours of changes. I was Matt’s doll, his own living doll, to fashion as he pleased.

It was the early sixties, when clothes and makeup veered to extremes. Women’s eyeliner was heavier, their hair more teased, and their skirts shorter than ever before. All the rules I’d learned about dressing and applying makeup (less is more, the simpler the better) were being broken, and men seemed to love it. Matt certainly did. If I went a little light with the mascara or black eyeliner, he’d send me back upstairs to apply it more heavily.

Matt liked long hair. When I’d cut mine without asking his permission, he was shocked.

“How could you cut your goddamn hair? You know I like long hair. Men love long hair.”

He wanted it long and jet black, dyed to match his because, as he said, “You have pretty eyes, baby. Black hair will make your eyes stand out more.” He made a lot of sense to me and soon my hair was dyed jet black, like his.

The more we were together the more I came to resemble him in every way. His tastes, his insecurities, his hang-ups—all became mine.

For instance, high collars were his trademark, not because he especially liked them, but because he felt his neck looked too long. He never felt comfortable unless he was in a customized high-collared shirt, though in a pinch he’d turn the collar up on a regular shirt as he had when he was in school.

When he told me that the collar I was wearing on a particular blouse was too small for my “long, skinny neck,” I too began wearing high-collared shirts. Why not? My sole ambition was to please him, to be rewarded with his approval and affection. When he criticized me, I fell to pieces.

The Pygmalion nature of our relationship was a mixed blessing. The most fundamental thing at this stage in our life together was that Matt was my mentor, someone who studied my every gesture, listened critically to my every utterance, and was generous, to a fault, with advice.

When I did something that wasn’t to his liking, I was corrected. It is extremely difficult to relax under such scrutiny. Little escaped him. Little except the most salient fact of allthat I was a volcano about to erupt.

There were evenings when he’d send me back upstairs to change clothes because my choice was “dull,” “unflattering,” or “not dressy enough” for him. Even the way I walked came under review; he told me to move more slowly, and for a short while, he had me walking around the house with a book on my head.

I appreciated his interest, but I hated having to hear him remind me of my shortcomings so many times, and each time having to promise him that he’d never have to tell me again.

Would I ever be able to live up to his vision of how his ideal woman should behave and appear? She had to be sensitive, loving, and extremely understanding, meeting unusual demands any average woman might reject. This included being left behind when he made spur-of-the-moment, questionable “business” trips.

She had to be pretty and she had to possess an offbeat sense of humor to survive all the joking at Graceland. Often I’d walk into Sunday afternoon football gatherings and hear inside jokes about the cute all-American cheerleaders. Eventually I found myself thinking like one of the guys. “Nice tits and ass,” I’d say to myself. “A little heavy in the thighs, but the face makes up for it.”

Matt had a strong aversion to wearing jeans. As a poor boy, he had no choice but to wear them and he never wanted to lay eyes on another pair. That applied to everyone in the group.

His firm ideas on my wardrobe didn’t make it easy for me to go out and buy clothes for myself. One day I came home proud of a dress I’d just bought and couldn’t wait to put on. I knew he didn’t like prints, but this was a blackand-white flowered silk that I thought very special.

The first words out of his mouth when he saw me were: “That dress doesn’t suit you. Does nothing for you. Takes away from your face, your eyes. All you see’s the dress.”

As he tore me apart I started to cry. “Are you quite finished?” I inquired. I didn’t give him a chance to answer, bolting for my bathroom and slamming the door.

A few minutes later I heard his voice from the other side of the door: “You gotta keep away from those large prints. You’re a small girl, Sattnin.”

I opened the bathroom door and snapped, “Okay, I’ll return the fuckin’ dress.”

Matt fell to the floor laughing; eventually I joined in, unable to stop myself. Once again I’d compromised my own taste.

He ignored no aspect of my appearance, including my teeth. He took me to his dentist, told him to clean my teeth and give me a thorough examination. He was to look for probable cavities only and should I need any fillings, they were to be made of white porcelain. To him a mouth loaded with gold or silver was an eyesore.

He was equally fanatical about posture. If I slumped, he’d straighten my back. When I’d look up at him and wrinkle my forehead, he’d smooth it out—or tap it—telling me not to get in that habit. I didn’t like him rapping me, so I learned that one fast.

When we came home from the movies one night, I was getting ready for bed and he was in his office playing the piano. I came in to listen, propping my foot on the bench where he was sitting. He looked down at a small chip in my nail polish and I immediately withdrew my foot from the bench and started making up excuses about why it wasn’t fixed. “I’m going to have my pedicure tomorrow,” I promised.

“Good,” he said, “cause that doesn’t look like my Little Girl’s. You should always keep them looking nice.”

I was leading a double life—a schoolgirl by day, a femme fatale by night. Our evening appearance downstairs usually resembled a grand entrance. Even when our only intention was to have dinner, we always dressed for the occasion. Matt might wear a three-piece suit with a brocade vest and a Stetson hat. Under his coat he always carried a gun. He’d given me a small pearl-handled derringer and I carried it in my bra or tucked it into a holster around my waist. We were a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.

Matt loved films, and we went to the Memphian almost every night. He was still renting the whole house after regular hours since he couldn’t attend a movie without being mobbed. One of the guys always lined up several films in case Matt didn’t like one of them or decided to see as many as three or four in a row. We usually arrived around midnight, our limousine pulling around to the back of the Memphian. From there we’d proceed into the side door like a royal couple leading their court.

Already seated in the theater were the usual crowd of thirty to fifty local friends and fans. Matt always sat in the same seat—with Nate Doe to his right, me to his left.

Before calling “Roll ’em!” he looked around the theater to make sure everyone was seated. He was an acutely aware person and could immediately spot any unwanted or unfamiliar faces. If any new faces were sitting too close to him, Matt suggested they move elsewhere. He was more lenient with the girls. He might not demand they move but he certainly wanted to know who they were, and should they object to being asked for this information or smart off in any way, he would not hesitate to have one of the boys escort them out, telling them never to come back.

There were times Matt rented the entire Boston Fairgrounds after closing and we all  spent hours on our favorite rides. We tried such daredevil feats on the roller-coaster as seeing who could stand the longest with both arms outstretched as it whipped and twisted around the track again and again.

Matt loved the bumper cars and would team up with the entourage against some locals. They’d spend the night seemingly trying to kill each other, laughing and bruising themselves like tough little boys while we girls watched and cheered them on. After several hours my own enthusiasm waned.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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[your-eternal-lies]

YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME (chapter thirteen)

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Pairing — Steve Rogers x f!Reader Summary — As his perfectly normal civilian neighbour, you’ve always been secretly curious about the Captain. Getting to know him while trapped together in your building’s elevator, however, definitely wasn’t on the agenda.

Warnings — None.

YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME

CHAPTER THIRTEEN HEAVEN ON MY SKIN

The door to your apartment opens with a slow and almost teasing creak, and on the other side stands Steve Rogers, his silhouette framed by the dim hallway light, looking like he’s just stepped off a vintage war poster. 

He watches as you freeze, eyes wide as saucers, darting all over him. A cocktail of emotions play across your face: surprise, relief, confusion, and something else that looks suspiciously like joy. 

He takes a sharp breath, eyes tracing the contours of your blue dress. It clings to you in all the right places, accentuating the sleep-mussed hair that gives you the appearance of a goddess roused prematurely from slumber.

There’s a smudge of red lipstick on your lips and a pair of carelessly tossed aside white high heels at your bare feet. 

The sight of you—vulnerable yet still undeniably you—strikes him with a wave of warmth that has nothing to do with the summer night air.

You are wearing his colours. 

“Steve?” Your voice is a mix of disbelief and an accusation, as if you’re both questioning his sudden appearance and blaming him for not being a figment of your imagination. 

For weeks, the news has been a relentless stream of Hydra Uprising updates. Steve’s absence had hung over the city like a shadow, and most likely left you wondering if the man who shared laughter and whispers with you in the elevator was still out there somewhere. 

“Can I come in?” Steve’s voice is a low rumble, breaking through the tableau of shock and disbelief. 

“Uh, yeah—yeah, of course,” you stammer out, stepping aside to let him pass. As he moves into your small living room, the air seems to shift, even as Chuck gleefully bounds over at the prospect of meeting a new friend. 

Steve places a hand on Chuck’s furry head, scratching absentmindedly behind those pointy ears as he takes in the disarray of your apartment—scattered chick flick DVDs, a box of half-eaten pizza, and a mound of throw pillows that had somehow ended up on the floor. 

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” he jokes.

“Thanks,” you laugh weakly, but the humour seems to fall flat. “Are you okay?” You blurt out, the words tumbling over each other in your haste. “I mean, after everything… with Hydra.” 

“Doing just fine,” he replies, his heart doing awkward somersaults at the earnest sound of your concern. “And you?” 

“Me? I’m fine… Just, you know, eating my feelings,” you add, gesturing to the pizza with a self-deprecating smile. Steve nods and for a moment, you both fall silent, the weight of recent events pressing down on you. “Look at me, I’m so rude. I haven’t even offered you anything to drink. What’s your poison? I have beer? Or would you prefer water?” 

You can’t seem to help but fidget, your nervous energy sending you fluttering around the room like an over-caffeinated little bunny.

He touches your arm. “Please wait.” 

The contact halts you mid-flight between the table and the fridge, and you turn to face him, a question in your eyes. 

“I’ve been… I’ve been through a lot,” he starts, his voice low and even. “My life—it’s not normal. It’s battles, it’s constantly moving… it’s hard to promise someone I’ll always be around.” 

You hold your breath, your heart thudding against your ribs like a trapped bird. You watch him, searching for any hint that this is just another mission briefing, but his cerulean gaze holding yours with an intensity that feels far too personal for comfort. 

“But here’s the truth—as crazy as it sounds because I’ve only known you a few hours… I care about you. A lot. There’s been a lot on my mind the past few weeks, but… I thought about you every day.” His confession hangs in the air, a brave flag raised amidst the debris of uncertainty. 

In the span of a heartbeat, your mind somersaults through a series of emotions—surprise, skepticism, joy, and fear. Can you really entertain the thought of being someone special to a man who leaps from planes without a parachute? 

You think back to recent days; you could see him everywhere you went, desperate for any news of him, not knowing if he was dead or alive. 

But then flashbacks of the elevator incident flicker before you: the clench of his jaw, the unexpected warmth of his laughter, the way his presence seemed both exhilarating and terrifyingly permanent. The way he held you close under the guise of sharing warmth, and the way he swayed you to the music as he danced into your heart. 

“Since that day,” you begin, your tone steadying as determination quells your doubt with each word. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you either. It’s like you’ve been doing that ridiculous hero landing right into my regular, boring life.” 

A reluctant smile tugs at the corners of your lips, softening your features. A subtle shift lifts your expression, you can feel it spreading through your entire body as you take a hesitant step forward, letting down walls you didn’t even realize you’d built so high. 

“Somehow, I’m okay with that.” You smile, looking into those deep pools of earnest blue, sparking to life with a light that could probably outshine his shield on its brightest day. It’s as if your admission has breathed into him the very essence of hope, and the space between you continues to close. 

“Okay with that?” He repeats, the words barely a whisper but heavy with meaning. Chuck, as if sensing a shift in the air, heads over to his bed in the corner of the living room, hiding his face beneath his tail. 

“Shockingly, yes,” you laugh, your usual candour laced with a newfound tenderness. “If you make me say something mushy, I swear I’ll—” 

But Steve takes that final, decisive step forward, closing the distance at last. And then his hands are on you.

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[zukosdualdao]

i lost a friend, i lost a friend, i lost my mind

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[so-called-quail]

'Trapped in the end!' said Sam bitterly, his anger rising again above weariness and despair. 'Gnats in a net. May the curse of Faramir bite that Gollum and bite him quick!' 'That would not help us now,' said Frodo.

Sword in hand Sam went after him. For the moment he had forgotten everything else but the red fury in his brain and the desire to kill Gollum. But before he could overtake him, Gollum was gone. Then as the dark hole stood before him and the stench came out to meet him, like a clap of thunder the thought of Frodo and the monster smote upon Sam's mind.

Now he tried to find strength to tear himself away and go on a lonely journey – for vengeance. If once he could go, his anger would bear him down all the roads of the world, pursuing, until he had him at last: Gollum. Then Gollum would die in a corner. But that was not what he had set out to do. It would not be worth while to leave his master for that. It would not bring him back. Nothing would.

Sam and vengeance in today's entry

#idk i have Thoughts about this... rambles ahead... #there's an interesting arc here with how sam approaches his feelings of vengeance in this entry #starting with the first quote. frodo's response to sam is so brief and doesn't get much time to sit with all the action going on #but i feel like it speaks volumes #at least in showcasing the different points they stand on #sam centers his resentment and feelings of revenge... he's quick to get frustrated and immediately goes for threatening gollum #meanwhile frodo is focused on getting out. he doesn't have time to nurse anger nor does he want to #it feels like he's advising sam to move past it because he knows it's futile to stay stuck in those feelings #then there's sam's fight with gollum #after days and weeks of building tension from his mistrust towards gollum... this is where the dam finally breaks #sam's been feeding into his resentment for SO LONG it's no wonder he gets into this state of blind fury towards the end #he set himself up to seek vengeance the moment he gets the opportunity #which in some way i'm sure does help him in fending off gollum... that strength had to come from somewhere #but once he's staved him off he continues to fixate that anger on gollum and forgets what he originally set out to do-- protect frodo #and then we're left with the final quote... #it isn't until sam has (perceived to have) lost everything that he is able to come to the conclusion that vengeance won't serve him #...a lesson learned a little too late?? maybe?? no?? it feels cruel to say that #i definitely do not want to take the position that sam was responsible for what happened to frodo #he was pinned in a horribly desperate situation and couldn't do much once gollum attacked #i don't think much would've changed if he hadn't had his moment of fury with chasing gollum #anyways newbie here-- i haven't read anything ahead from here so idk what character arcs await sam #but i'm interested to see if this is later built upon or acknowledged #end of rambles skdfjgkdjsfg #lotr newsletter #lotr newsletter march 13th #EDIT: I forgot to space the quotes out 😭 #not a crime but they can get confusing to read when scrunched together hrnnnn

[looselipssinkships-x]

prehiatus pete looks a lot like my cousin did when we were like 18-20

my cousin has since come out as nonbinary and started hrt

#my poor rural midwestern grandparents got two nonbinary grandkids confused the heck out of them #anyways #those moments in life where you're okay with how things ended up and you're happy but you also know things could have been different and #sometimes you just wonder what that would've been like #sometimes i wonder if pete had been mid twenties now instead of twenty years ago and people were kinder to him if things would be different #idk #maybe im just out here #thinkin a lil too much about gender and acceptance and place and time #fall out boy #fob #pete wentz

[jankwritten]

ALSO THE WAY THAT THE BOOK STARTS IS JUST SO INFURIATING TO ME! OKAY!

Like I get it. It's supposed to be a funny haha joke that it's not that serious of a decision, but that tone IMMEDIATELY gets confused by Nico seeming genuinely nervous about how the others are going to respond to his answer?? So then we spend the whole rest of the scene wondering if we're actually supposed to think Nico finds this decision so scary and hard, or if he's making a lighthearted joke out of it, because IT CAN'T BE BOTH.

(And, also, considering the shit that Nico's been through, it almost feels distasteful for him to be like "This is the hardest decision I've ever had to make, in fact I don't think I can actually make it at all" even in jest, but that might just be because they don't fully commit to that drama through the whole scene and therefore it falls COMPLETELY flat)

#tsats #tsats spoilers #i'm literally losing my mind #im like one of those freaks who drives themself crazy hating something #like the rage is consuming me oaisudoiausd #i am just genuinely so confused how people are praising the writing itself as great and brilliant and wonderful and poetic #like it has it's moments for sure. but so much of it is cliche and derivative and just....blegh?

[noxtivagus]

hmm

#tbd #just thinking a bit before i sleep #today was mostly a good day but. i think i'm still tired yeah i feel like disappearing #just. sit by the sand n watch the waves. lose myself in the sight n the sound n #just sit there until the sun comes up n #thought abt it n i haven't been doing well at all lately but fiction's been a great comfort. n. stuff online in general like my friends her #i think that nightmare i had of being completely replaced n forgotten hurt me more than i thought. burying the pain was a mistake but i #don't want to make others worry #n.. that feeling of worthlessness n regret n feeling lost n utterly confused. forgetting myself n everything #peaked 2 nights ago. when i.. nah when i accidentally did That yeah #i really don't want to think about it anymore but i know it isn't smth i shld just keep to myself but #it.. haunts me so much. whether i reach out or not it'll hurt. n i'm willing to just shoulder the pain alone. i'm used to it anyways #n i'm so confused bcs despite my disposition or wtvr when it comes to reality. fiction tells me a different story #both are truths. they can coexist n they do but #goddamn i don't want to think of it anymore. i just want to.. live in that moment forever #those moments. under the starry sky. the cold night that warmed my heart or #the sight of the dawn this morning. the moon n the horizon. the clouds yonder n #dusk earlier as well. the wonder i felt for life as a whole; a feeling i missed all too dearly #time's going by far too fast. listening to edge of dawn is making me emotional rn oh my god #december's nearly over. the year is. so much is on the horizon n i'm both simultaneously anticipant & hesitant to face it all #it's a bittersweet feeling when you're living n going about your day like i've been recently but it feels like a dream #n soon i'll wake up. the gentle rays of the early morning sun will quickly turn into scorching heat. n then #i'm tired of writing even though i cld add more to that but hmm. the cycle goes on n on. morning then night then the morrow comes once more #until a point where all these days accumulate n.. yeah #yk what i'll just go to sleep instead. i'll just do more tmrrw n. yeah. i'll try to stop or distract myself before these thoughts get #too much like two nights ago or smth. i'll try to sleep peacefully tonight #distract myself from some aspects of reality in just this moment temporarily. #despite how tired i am i'm still so hesitant to rest n sleep but i'll push myself to do it now. gn. i'll just do more tomorrow

[jeoseungsaja]

This is nothing new, being greeted by his dear friend once they’ve arrived at Incheon International Airport. Patrick has been through it more than enough times and Elise and Hiro, over the years, have joined him in the same boat. But this time, when they meet his dear friend at the gate, Patrick’s first instinct is to let go of his luggage handle and tackle Hyuk in a tight hug. Breathing in the scent of coffee, fresh soap, and hot chocolate, he then kisses his dear friend on the cheek before pulling back for a better view. Gods, how he’s missed seeing his dear friend, how it’s so much better to see that familiar, warm face, pinched like an overripe lemon or not, in-person than thru a screen and-

“Professor?”

”Papa!”

Patrick freezes, noticing both Hiro and Elise staring at him. And then it hits him: he just did that in front of everyone and- movements stiff, he lets go of Hyuk and takes a step back. Face ablaze, Patrick chuckles, albeit nervously as he coughs into his hand and grabs his luggage handle again. “A…apologies for my, ah, excitement there, but um,” he scratches a cheek before looking up at his dear friend. He can’t help but grin albeit shyly. “It’s good to see you, Hyuk-ah.” ( HI ALEX!! this is so late, but here is another...unprompted ask!! and this time it's patrick who was so happy to see hyuk he couldn't contain himself 😂 hope this works and if not, feel free to ignore!! have a wonderful day alex 😄😄😄 )

@ofgentleresolve ♚ hyuk having the ultimate dokis? more likely than you think---

♔ ———–  

   All of these things he’s done before. Make a 30-minute drive from Seoul to Incheon, walk under Do Ho Suh’s brightly colored houses that float over airport’s roof; stand near the sliding doors which allow passengers to come out like a swarm of ants holding onto their luggage whilst frantically looking for a familiar face. And he’ll do it over and over and over again, even traverse longer distances and stay for hours on place, if that means he’ll get to see the one he’s waiting for at the moment. 

    His best friend, Patrick.      The only person who knows him like no other. 

    All of these things he’s done before, but today he’s...well. He’s feeling slightly different. Of course, he’s always happy to see his friend, for it is nice to be able to talk to him in person and see him face-to-face rather than through a screen, but somehow, his whole body feels so undeniably electrified, with a type of thrill that’s been potentially heightened; with a sort of nervousness that hasn’t left him ever since Patrick accepted his invitation of traveling to Jeju Island with him. 

   God, when was the last time they did this?    Years ago, he thinks; during their youth.     Two souls throwing their backpacks on the sand without much care.    When Hyuk’d get tipsy and tug his dear friend toward the shore. 

    Now they’re all grown-up, with jobs and responsibilities and other things to take care of, barely having time to breathe with ease. Needless to say, Hyuk hopes they (Patrick, Elise and Hiro) have a good time here, away from all that heaviness. He can’t say he’s the best host out there, but he’s been certainly trying; making plans for the journey to Seogwipo so all of them can be as comfortable as possible. 

   A rather timorous sigh leaves him as he looks at the clock on his cellphone. It’s been twenty minutes since the flight was marked as ‘Arrived’. It’s only a matter of time, isn’t it? A matter of time for Patrick to come out of those doors and--- 

    There he is, his height making him stand out amid the crowd --- or is it the glow he constantly emits, no matter where he goes? Akin to comfortable luminescence that peeks between green leaves when swaying side to side with the wind; a gleam that has the detective’s heart pounding erratically, hitting rib-cage with anticipation. Swallowing thickly; a rapid, unconscious bite of bottom lip happens as he saves his cellphone in breast’s pocket. He takes a few steps forward, peeking so he doesn’t lose sight of Patrick and his children, Elise and Hiro, who seem to be right alongside him. 

    Lips cannot help but stretch into a close-lipped smile, waving Patrick’s way so he can be easily spotted.

   “Patrick--” 

    A sudden grunt leaves Hyuk when he’s greeted by unexpected motions; rush sending him into a spiral of unforeseen delight as Patrick’s arms wrap him into a tight, warm embrace. His own limbs respond almost immediately, an answer to the longing drumming silently within. The detective hugs him back; eyes closing for a moment as nose unconsciously grazes best friend’s neck, as if wanting to hide his face upon crook. Whatever worries he was holding, they all melt away here, in the comfort of his hold, in the scent that’s a mixture of tea leaves and ink from fountain pens; paper of thick books and the sweetness of chocolate. 

    The shape of Patrick’s lips is left on his cheek, leaving Hyuk quite dumbfounded. Heat begins to crawl up his neck; blinking as his own arms loosen up, fingers still lightly grasping Patrick’s shirt as they both look at each other when pulling away. There’s this urge of using his hand to caress dear friend’s cheek, this secret need to tell him that he’s been dearly missed, the concealed wish to whisper if he could do that again because it felt nice, much like the kiss placed upon his forehead once upon a time---

   Train of thought is broken when hearing voices calling Patrick nearby, eyes widening when noticing that this isn’t their private bubble but a public setting where his children are in, watching. Hyuk lets go of Patrick’s garments; clearing his throat as a shade of pink manages to stain his cheeks. Well, this is...quite awkward. Not that he minds doing these things in public sometimes, not really...it’s more so the fact that Hiro and Elise got no clue of what’s been happening...or do they? Both are so utterly smart and observant, so it wouldn’t be surprising if they’ve picked up on some clues. 

   Taking a few steps back, he attempts to be as casual as ever, even adjusting the lapel of his blazer whilst going to address both Elise and Hiro. He feels they’ve grown so much ever since the last time he saw them.

    “Hi, Elise. Hello, Hiro. I’m glad you...uh, decided to come with your dad. It was a long trip, wasn’t it? Are you tired?” 

    He then peeks to see Patrick, who seems to be bashful about the whole thing. The way he shyly grins and uses that nickname only he can use has Hyuk’s heart doing somersaults. The detective chuckles, one of those free, fond titters that he doesn’t usually release unless he means them. 

    “It’s good to see you too, Dae-yah. Here, let me...help you with your luggage---” 

   Hyuk’s hand reaches out, trying to get a hold of luggage’s handle but landing on Patrick’s knuckles instead. Was this done on purpose? Perhaps. Hyuk’s gaze lifts to look at his dear friend with a little, crooked smile dancing on lips, squeezing Patrick’s hand for a swift second before Hyuk’s touch deviates to actually take the handle, pulling the luggage to his side without much of a hassle. 

  “Elise, Hiro...do you need help with your luggage? Give it to me, I can carry it. Ah, have you eaten anything? Plane food is no good these days, so I’m taking you somewhere...what do you feel like eating? It can be anything---” 

———– ♔

#ofgentleresolve #♔ || the puzzle of our friendship is the most comforting (patrick). #♔ || answers. #♔ || answered. #♔ || verse three. #NOT ME GOING ALL 🥺 WHEN I SAW THIS WIUEDHKASHDIWUEDH #THE WAY PATRICK DIDN'T EVEN THINK BECAUSE HE WAS TOO EXCITED---HE JUST WENT FOR IT #THE WAY HYUK DIDN'T EVEN THINK EITHER #THE WAY THEY MISSED EACH OTHER #THE WAY THESE TWO DESTROY ME WITH THEIR MOMENTS OF WHOLESOMENESS WIEUDHIWUEH #But also Elise and Hiro getting all confused over what Patrick just did (whEEZE) #it makes me wonder if...Elise and Hiro have...an inkling about Patrick's feelings #Sorta going 'that seems sus Papa/Professor but okay' IUWEHDKJASHDWUIEH #BUT ALSO NOT ME....imagining them eating all together and Hyuk asking Elise something about the last project she's been working on #Or anything that could lead her to talk about the things she's interested about because even if Hyuk might not know much about those topics #He does enjoy hearing her explain these things IWUHEDWUIHD #and also asking Hiro how's everything with him / if he's been doing well #since Hiro is a bit...more reserved Hyuk doesn't really try to prod much...he understands #but he's glad that he also decided to join in ;W; #BUT ALSO THIS WHOLE!!! BEACH VACATION!!! (I hope it's okay that I linked this ask to the other one ;W; IF NOT LMK AND I'LL CHANGE THINGS) #HYUK IS SO EXCITED AND HAPPY AND I JUST IWUEDHKASHDWUIEDH #and Hyuk indeed goes softer near the water so 👀 we'll see what might happen IUWEHDH #I adore them your honor #aND I ADORE YOU ;W; <3 #ANYWAY I RAMBLED BIG TIME HERE IWHEDIWDEH BUT I HOPE THIS IS OKAY!!! IF YOU'D LIKE ME TO CHANGE ANYTHING DO LET ME KNOW AND I WILL!! #PLS HAVE A NICE DAY FERRE!!! #also this took me a bit to get to BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WAITING/FOR YOUR PATIENCE ;W; I HOPE THIS IS?? A NICE READ WIEDUHWEIUDH--- #♔ || queue.

[killmebythebeach]

Just finished tma. I have to go to fucking school tomorrow. How do I FUCKING BE A PERSON AFTER THAT?!?!

I'll probably reblog with more tags later (cuz 30 just isn't enough) but !!!

#you know the drill tma spoilers in the tags dont read tags unless youve watcged the whole series. statement begins #i never really cry over fiction and that held true but FUCK did i get close when jon said 'that ones for sasha' #ill get to the lamenting but let me talk about my fucking !!! first. helen my beloathed i was so fucking happy when you died #i enjoyed her character imensly but GOD was it satisfying to hear jon say 'helen... was that a lie?' and !!! shes a gaslight girlboss #hearing jude and notsasha get smited was also so good. hmmmm i love how slimy jude sounds and how corparate notsasha sounds too #love the moment when all the acatars jon kills realises theyve fucked up (careful who you bully in middleschool) #and daisy and basira :( never liked those two too much but it was still sad :( basira confuses me from a worldbuilding standpoint #i love it though. shes the only person in daisys domain and i think thats metal as fuck. but seeing trevor and breekon alone made me sad #and annabelle!!! stunning. love her. would die for her. shed let it happen. #that being said i want to punch her so fucking bad. shes the tape recorders? #i saw this post where it was like 'what kind of kid was jon that the web thought hed bring the apocolypse?' and i thought itwas exagerating #georgie and melanie! georgie was a favorite from s3 so im glad we get to see her a bit more! even if shes a... cult leader? #oh :( when jon leaves them to get martin from annabelle and when he comes back the other seven survivors are gone :( #i hate all the arguing though :( i have the nuance of an oreo so seeing my blorbos argue just makes me sad :( #anyway. night night my beloved. recollections my beloved. wonderland my beloved. checking out my beloved. gah! #and the rosie and elias statements!!! ive always wondered about rosie and now i wish i never found out! #and hearing jonah and jon work together on the elias statement sounded SO COOL!!! #with jonah being like the voices of all the people hes inhabited. and all the archivists wandering london like zombies! #i was sort of disapointed jonah wasnt like super hard to defeat but holy shiiiiiiiiiit #i. LOVE. the 200 statement. its like 10 minutes long but i just might have to make an animatic of it. #oh its so fucking cool. i always imagined the web and eye as the smart entity power duo but no. #the web was playing the eye like a cheap whistle the entire time. i guess the eye does need avatars to actually do much #like lonely your alone. end you die. desolation is your fault. spiral is all you. but eye needs people to do stuff with its information #martin and jon. Martin and Jon. MARTIN AND JON. #those fucking idiots. hearing martin enter the room and both him and the listeners realizing what happened felt like ORPHEUS turning around #dude. martin stabbing jon always gets joked about. i thought itd be a light hearted moment or some shit #and hearing the three girls at the end. basiras 'good luck'. gah. just hearing the birds chirping was enough #but i also get to know simon was probably mauled to death by a crowd wich i find hilarious. #jonahs 'good luck' as well. like sir. jonah fucking magnus does not have the right to choke me up. #the magnus archives

[commanderfloppy]

Sketch Dump 2: Lovestruck Roco edition

#gw2 #my art #rococcus #link the twink #I went through a bit of a phase here drawing Roco having a crisis of feelings #I’ve solidly decided he is Demi #and after a specific moment with link started to feel things that he honestly had no idea about #also if you’re wondering what he’s reading it’s a magazine #probably like the Tyrian version of Cosmopolitan or something #he finds one with one of those quizzes that’s like ‘friend? fling? or true love?’ #he fills it out alone in a room with like a pen or something thinking carefully about every answer #he’s just in this constant crisis of like ‘Is it wrong to feel these things? I don’t want to betray his friendship…’ #just struggling horribly with no idea how to go forward #meanwhile link (who has always found Roco kinda hot from day one) is confused as to why he is acting so different